Kos okht ile nafadak

by hjparker68

She writes at 4 a.m. a long lost lover, with a scrambled message..

She is probably drunk,

still my heart is fraught with worry and uncertainty.

I wish I could transmute my feelings, eradicate her shadows, forget she existed at all.

At this point I recognize no good in either of us.

I see no easy solution.

I see only two wounded souls struggling to survive,

attempting to fix a impossible situation.

What is it in us,

that makes us want to hold on to the broken pieces of our lives?